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Saturday, April 11, 2015

Catholic Nuns and Priests murdered and tortured children: are you listening Pope Francis? A five part weekly series on catholic church crimes

Frankie and George Barilla

Gilbert Bonneau

Part
I. Murdered and tortured children

Gilbert
Bonneau was killed by a catholic nun – of the Sisters of The Presentation of
the Blessed Virgin Mary at st. colmans home in Watervliet, New York. This “home”
– is just 137 miles north of st. agnes in Sparkill, New York where I was
smothered close to death by catholic Dominican nuns. Children died and suffered
at the hands of these criminals -- like my brother who committed suicide and
others who turned to drugs and alcohol to block what these devils disguised as
God’s representatives did to them.

Gilbert
can’t tell what happened but Bob Linde, the witness to Gilbert’s death survived
and Gilbert’s brother remembers. I
survived and I remember what happened to me and my brother. Together we will
expose the church and make sure that the tragic stories of the victims – dead
and alive are told. Help us stop the perpetrators from torturing and murdering
children – if you know about such abuse or any abuse of children by such
criminals hiding behind religion – any religion -- let us know. We want justice.

Murdering
children in catholic-run homes, orphanages and convents is not a single
incident -- it is a practice that nuns and priests do often and get away with. In
just a small area of New York State I came close to death by smothering and my
brother committed suicide, Gilbert Bonneau was beaten and smothered to death
(witnessed by a severely beaten child); Mark Longale at the same home as
Gilbert was beaten to death. Is it a coincidence that Gilbert and I, both born
in 1944, were both smothered with a pillow by a nun? I believe that this is the
method by which they killed many children because it didn't leave any marks on
the victim. The nuns wanted to be sure they could blame the death on something
other than themselves. No one questioned the mother superior who told police
that the child died in his sleep or “fell” and hurt himself.

Gilbert’s
brother Bill, his brother Ernie (now deceased) and Bob, who is still alive and
the witness to Gilbert’s murder fought since 1995 to get justice for Gilbert.
Bill says, “Living in an area controlled by the Catholic Church has been
difficult for my late brother and now myself to get this done.”

Gilbert’s
Death: Bob the Witness

Bob
is 72 years old. Bob says, “I am still
praying for some kind of Justice for Gilbert Bonneau. He was my friend.”

Bob:
“At age fifty-six I got a computer as a gift. I was disabled, couldn't work,
and I was all alone. I learned how to use it and found that I could post
messages about what I had wanted to say for fifty years – that I witnessed
Gilbert’s death. The message I posted asking for information was answered two
years later by Ernie Bonneau, one of Gilbert’s brothers. I couldn't believe it!
His brothers had launched a very large campaign in and around Albany, New York,
including exhuming Gilbert’s body to find out how he really died, before they
ever got to know him as a brother. There was a sham of an investigation into
Gilbert’s death but it went nowhere. I couldn’t believe that nothing was done
about Gilbert’s death. There were two more deaths by “natural causes” after
Gilbert. I wanted to help.”

What
Bob Saw

“My
memories of St. Colmans will always be fresh in my mind. Realizing the penalty for perjury I swear what
I saw from 10 feet away is true. At age
8 Gilbert did not die of natural causes. Gilbert was beaten so bad that he had
to be in the infirmary; his pain was so bad that he could not stop screaming in
pain. I was in that infirmary after one
of my beatings -- the only other child there. A row of four iron beds were immediately
to the right of the door. I was in the fourth bed up against the wall. I knew
not to scream. Gilbert Bonneau was in
the first bed just inside the door -- he couldn't stop screaming, he was beaten
so bad in the playroom that he had blood all over his face, and shirt, and
arms. I watched as a nun came in, determined to put a stop to Gilbert’s
screaming, one way or another. She went into a state of rage --shouting at Gilbert
to shut up. She saw me watching her and told
me to face the wall, if I knew what was good for me.

But
I was determined to see what was going on, so I took a peek, and I saw what
ended Gilbert’s screaming forever: She
pulled a pillow from underneath Gilbert’s head and forced it over his face -- pressing
with all her strength to suffocate Gilbert into a state of unconsciousness. I
quickly turned back to the wall. I was so scared; I peed in my bed (which got
me another, but lighter whipping). A few days later I was at Gilbert’s funeral.”

“Remember:
No little boy that is eight years old dies of "Natural Causes", as
was stated by Albany Catholic Diocese. The beating was witnessed, and the
MURDER was witnessed -- but they all got away with murder. If you said anything
in those days, you would end up the same way. This failure at justice stinks to
high heaven, which I don't think many of the nuns that I knew were going to
make that trip.”

“Those
nuns struck fear in all of the kids, and that's how they controlled us.
Beatings were an exhibition, except when they resulted in fractures, and of
course deaths. Remember that those nuns were young themselves, and given all
that power, they abused it, and us. Gilbert was so afraid, and hurt, that he
wet the bed, and that always resulted in beatings. When we tried to hide his
wet sheets, Katherine Fredette, a worker who grew up at Colmans punched us
around, and then Sister Cecelia would have a go at us. Fredette was mean -- she
hung me by my ankles down a three story laundry chute, threatening to drop me –
I saw herhang
a soiled pair of underwear over a boy’s face, and rubbed it in, in front of
everyone.”

Bob
said: “Remember that the abuse not only came from the nuns. Gilbert and I were
both altar boys, and the regular priest was father Flynn who sexually abused
both Gilbert and me. Sometimes it would be before mass, and sometimes after.
[me and my brother Frankie were raped by a priest – another coincidence?] So
much pain came from that place [Colmans] that many of us have been affected by
it our entire lives. What gives the bishops and cardinals, the right to deal
with a pedophile within their own ranks? This is a felony, and must be turned
over to the district attorney for indictment. It is like a bunch of murderers
bonded together, and when one kills someone, they don’t call the police, they
deal with it internally. How can we get this obvious miscarriage of justice
straightened out? It is a crime!”

“Our
suffering from the beatings still bothers us, but Gilbert's suffering, KILLED
HIM. He was my Friend. We slept next to each other in the main dorm. Please
don't ever forget this little eight year old boy who always shared a slice of
old toast with me when he got it, and I shared with him when I could get it. He
went into St. Colmans as a little boy who

needed
care, and he came out in a little white pine coffin with his altar boy gown on,
dead.”

The
quest for justice for Gilbert, for me and my brother Frankie and for all the
countless numbers of children murdered, raped and tortured by clergy and nuns will
not stop. We can’t bring back the dead children or take away the pain of those
who lived but we can tell the world who did it and make it a safer place for
children. Part II of this series of weekly posts shows the courage and determination
of those who want justice done.

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About Me

When I was three and a half years old, I and my five year
old brother Frankie were raped by a catholic priest and put in St. Agnes Home and School in Sparkill, NY. I was beaten every day and then smothered by a catholic
nun. I didn't die but I was in a coma for almost year, leaving me brain damaged. After we got out, my
brother killed himself because he couldn't help me or accept the abuse we received. I want everyone to know
about the brutality and crime then and still going on in the catholic church. I want to stop
the crimes the church commits against our children and us and get justice for the victims. Give me your ideas
so that we all succeed in making this world safer for our children.